After flipping him over, the group were met with a glazed expression from Miles' normally presentable face as he faded between consciousness.
He could sense them turning him over, which caused him to open his eyes slightly, so they knew he wasn't completely out, but they knew he wasn't one hundred percent coherent either. They'd been saying things that he couldn't quite hear and their faces were nearly silhouettes in the glare of the light and Miles eyes might have rolled back in stimuli, not that he would have known or thought about it.
Miles had fallen and his head hit the floor, so there was a throbbing he could feel and a slight headache, but strangely he couldn't really think of it as pain. They were asking him questions, which Miles didn't really understand, but he could still catch a few key words like his name, "talk" and "move" and he tried saying something anyway, so his mouth was moving.
There was somebody's hand lifting his own hand that he had over his injury and then words were getting to be reasonable sentences with clear voices and faces. Someone was saying to help move him and telling Miles in a comforting tone that they were going to help him walk and to his surprise he recognized Stacy's face amongst the bunch. He didn't really care at this point about the fact that she'd followed him all the way here, but she had his bag and his hunga munga next to her own things.
Miles was cooperating now as best as he could, but he was still barely lucid, the earlier pain felt disjointed for some reason, but he could still feel it. Then suddenly he was being helped up by two or three of the guys here, his right and left arm supported over their shoulders as they helped him move to wherever they wanted him. The movements were slow as Miles had a bit of height and some size over the others, but he could actually feel himself making a few steps with their help.
The next thing he knew, he was moving through the cafeteria into some connected room within where they cautiously had him lay down. By the sounds of things, he was possibly in a teacher's lounge.
Some last few things Miles remembered was someone offering him some water, another pulling up his shirt and another opening up a white box with a red cross on it.
Everything else after that was a blur before he passed out again for some rest and it wouldn't be until much later where he'd regain some lucidity in his thoughts again.
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